[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Percival was still not adjusted to this body he resided in, not even being sure where it came from. When his panther body had died did his other bodies die along with it, all being connected through shape shifting. Giving it a couple days had his head finally cleared and he was back to his original boring self. "Who wants to spar?" Making his way over to the clearing in the camp did he proceed, "powers will not be used and it will be two against one." Maybe it would make it a bit more trying if he was sparring against two clan mates rather than one, thus making him up for the challenge.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]While Percival was not a neat freak or suffered from OCD, he could not stand his fur being ruffled up. It made him feel off balanced and messy, hence why he always tried to keep his coat as smooth as he could. However, if the day was windy or he planned on participating in a spar or such would he not bother messing with it. Coming up beside Boypaw did the warrior rest his gold and indigo eyes on the stranger, triangular ears perked forward out a mere habit and innate behavior. Remaining silent did he await for the stranger to reply to the question that had been dished out, but he already had a good idea why this animal was here.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]It seemed the mystery of where Winter had gone had been solved at last. The hound had began to worry, but it seemed it would have all been for nothing. He had noticed a small ounce of familiarity when he looked at Darkpup/paw, and this was simply the bow upon the Christmas present. The new name was one he held not much of an opinion of as he preferred Wintersoldier over Darkknight, but it was not his name, not his life, and not his body. He slightly envied everyone who had a warrior name, but the more he pondered on it did he realize how childish he was. Yes, he could change his name whenever he wanted and how many times he wanted, but Percival was who he was, his name one he had been given not even an hour out of the womb, one his only living family member bestowed upon him. He had his qualms with the father who birthed him, but he loved his father nonetheless. They were family, what else would you expect?
Soundlessly did the wan-furred canine move forward, heterochromatic visionaries resting on Darkknight's figure. The more he ran the name through his mind the more did he begin to accept and like it, liking the mysterious vibe it emitted and how it rolled over his tongue. Percival was not sure where they stood, but he assumed they were no longer together, even if none of them had decided on splitting up. Whatever they were now, Percival only saw the other as a friend. "You started to have me worried for awhile," he said, flashing the other a small smile. Casting Boypaw a glance did he not longer sense that jealousy he once held for his close relationship with Win, but maybe that was a sign he was maturing, going from still being a yearling to an adult. The transition felt good and he hoped he could reap more fortune out of it.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Appearing shortly after Wraithstatic did he look to the BlizzardClanner, a hint of curiosity flashing across his features. Percival wondered why the stranger wanted to discuss a tour and he began to wonder to if something wrong had occurred. It was too early to jump the gun and make speculations. Remaining inaudible did the warrior look to the female, waiting for her to continue.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He really held no desire to spar with a child, but he would not protest. It would have been rude to, plus the younger members could use the experience. Drawing his gaze over those who appeared just to watch did he then nod towards Redkit. "No. You and Chervil will be up first." They had been the first to appear, thus rightfully earning them the chance to go first. Percival wanted to keep things fair, even if it seemed impossible sometimes. Looking to Happykit and Emillia did he draw in a breath. "I'll spar with you both afterwards."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]OMG REALLY??
it's really cold and wet and just plain awful
but it's pretty to look at as long as you don't go snow blind
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Where he had gotten this idea from was beyond him, but it had come to him the night before. While his request was an odd one, it was one he hoped would be approved. "Sam, Cos? I have a clan-wide event I want to do," the wan-furred hound called as he appeared outside of their cabins. Percival was not sure how smoothly this would all turn out or be put together, but it would take quite a bit of help to do. "I want to hold a mock trial that everyone in WindClan will be in. I'll be the suspect accused of murder and I will select few of my clan mates and give them clues and places to search and they must come up with evidence that I am or I'm not guilty of the murder. Another select few will be the jury as well as the lawyer and the prosecutor. You both would be the judges. I'll give everyone a full week to gather the information that had been given to them and to strategist each side's argument." It would make everyone think in ways they had never thought before, making everything a challenge that would hopefully open up some of the minds around here, making them more open to ideas and possibilities.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Fireflies were pretty from a distance, but up close were they one of the ugliest insects he had ever encountered. The canine had not fear of insects, but having them crawling on him made him grossed out at the simple thought of it. Percival had been out on a evening stroll, trying to think and mentally organize the mock trial he had started to set up. He was already beginning to feel a small amount of stress setting in, but he wanted this to be fun, not stressful. Stopping in his tracks as he heard the voices did he stand there for a brief moment before making his way after them and soon finding the small group that had formed. Eyes drawing to the light show put on by the bugs did his tail begin to wag ever so slightly. They were, indeed, pretty, as long as none of them landed on him. "It is pretty," the warrior spoke after a few moments of silence as he remained on his feet, heterochromatic eyes watching the flickering green specks dance about.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"It depends on how many people there is." He couldn't come up with a set number for he had to see who would participate, so that question would be answered on its own tomorrow or the next day. "The jury will be decided at random. Each side will have groups of detectives; There will not be two or three detectives. Like I said, it depends on how many join. The jury will be randomly decided like the other positions by drawing sticks." None of the ranks would be set in stone, in fact, he could not know anything until he actually got the ball rolling. He had to be in the moment before he could provide a solid reply, so everyone would have to be patient until then. Eyes drawing to Bluemonarch did he offer the female a curt nod. "Thank you." His words were also directed to Cos and the offers for assistance. He doubted he would need help for he would not be doing any of the work, but would only be monotoring everyone's work. It was somewhat like a civil war, one side pitched against the other using arguments and facts until the case would be solved. He was excited to start, but seeing how late it was becoming would he begin the event tomorrow morning.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He was not an expert when it came to the trial system, but he wanted to toss a challenge out there. Percival had read up and took notes on how everything worked, the positions, the order, and how corrupt court could actually be. Some clans held a trial for traitors or murders, so why could WindClan not have a mock one and see how far that went? "WindClan, I will be holding a mock trial that I expect everyone to take part in. The trial will be complex and challenging, so I hope you're up for it. I will be selecting the jury, the prosecutors, the witnesses, and the possible suspects at random. The trial will be held against myself over a murder that I have been convicted of doing. I will be pleading not guilty while my own prosecutor and their group will investigate and back up my plea. The other prosecutors and their group will be investigating evidence that I did the murder. Both sides must interview witnesses, possible suspects that could have been helping me, and evidence that I was or was not there to commit the crime. You will have one week to gather your evidence before the trial. Sam and Cos will be the judges who will choose which side's story seems more likely and will have the last word on if I am guilty or not. As you come select a slip of paper that will have what role you will playing on it and then you'll get to work. You must work together as a team, but if you are discovered to have tampered with the crime scene or lie in the trial will you be 'arrested', which means you will become a spectator in the trial and will have no say in anything."
[I'll have a thread up in the OOC board soon with the names of your characters and what roles and will go more into depth about this event.]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Percival gave a nod of his head as he arrived. The idea sounded good, but he had a feeling most of the interaction would be through meet and greets. He would not be hosting a meet and greet in RiverClan, but maybe one or two fun events. Giving a swish of his tail did the alabaster hound turn and began to saunter off to RiverClan.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He felt out of place being here. WindClan was the only clan he ever actually knew for he grew up outside of ThunderClan, ignorant of the others clans. The ironic part was that his parents were both leaders at some point, so there was no excuse for him being the way he was. "RiverClan, who wants to have a paint war," called out the alabaster German shepherd as he appeared, several cans of paint surrounding him.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]He could never comprehend how children were able to wander aimless and never get harmed. While he did not wish harm on a child wandering, he did wish parents learned how to be actual parents. Percival never had children, so maybe he was missing something, or just was an over-protective parent in the works. "You shouldn't be out here by yourself, kid," advised the German shepherd as he appeared beside Happykit. "Where are you from?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Basil. It was a cute name, that he would admit. He held no fear or disdain towards snakes, but he was rather weary around them. Many tales about killer snakes had been passed onto him during his time as a loner, so naturally would he be bit on edge. As he approached did his examine the reptile through his heterchromatic visionaries before he cocked his head to the side ever so slightly. The creature did not seem to be aggressive or irritable from where he stood, therefore did he relax a little. "I agree; Basil's a cute name." Was it odd for a grown male to use the word 'cute'? No.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]The smile did, in fact, send a small chill through the former honorguard. He never had failed to be amusement when he came to the borders, and this was an example of it. Percival had never seen an animal like this before, so it was safe to say he was a bit in awe. It was an odd yet beautiful creature, a body that he almost began to envy. However, even if he had a body like that would he rarely use it - dogs and large cats were more of his style. Taking a place beside Scout and Jonathan did the hound remain silent, awaiting to hear what the female had to say for herself.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]It was painful for him to leave WindClan, but it made his head spin. The constantly changing of ranks and how busy it was day in and day out was taking its toll on him. He needed a vacation. Having packed his things and said his goodbyes did the panther set out, and now, he had finally arrived. Stopping at the border did he rake his indigo gaze around before drawing in a breath. "Hello? I'm Percival Fantasia. I'm looking to join for awhile."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]The blonde male was not far behind Parker, blue eyes looking past the canine at something that was not there. His mind was absent, someplace that was anywhere but here. Percival would have almost kept going until the hound spoke to him, dragging him out of his distant state of mind. Blinking his eyes did he come to a halt, nostrils flaring as he breathed in the scent around him. WindClan had been the only home he ever knew and even vowed that he would never leave - Look at where that got him. That place was no longer his home. Maybe he was destined to be like his mother Nosferatu, a wanderer who failed to stay in a place for too long of a time.
"Not sure," rumbled the lion. Fog was typically the result of the air becoming cool enough that it becomes unable to to hold all the water vapor. It was simple thing, yet it could easily spook so many. Horror tales were typically the result of the ghastly atmosphere that accompanied the fog. "Depends if you could ghosts as dead animals, but more than likely not." He had died once and came back, therefore did it make him a zombie? Percival highly doubted it. Drawing his eyes away from the canine did he look about for someone to arrive.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]Blue eyes rested upon the figure of Superhero as he arrived. Casting Parker a glance soon after as it confirmation of that there were no ghost or zombies here. Maybe a few vampires or robots at the most. If he was anything like his parents, then, well Percival carried the vampire gene. However he had yet to experience the lust for blood or even the signature fangs. Hopefully it would remain that way. Eyes then drawing to Fadingstar did he frown ever so slightly. Who relived themselves in her cereal? Deciding not to fan the flames did he ignore the tone of the leader. If they wanted more members to come then they should probably try being a bit more... friendly.
Emitting a sound of amusement as Parker bombed Superhero with the questions. "Percival Fantasia. It's nice to meet all of you." Leaving the questions and overall comments for Parker to tangle with, Percival decided to stay quiet for most of it. He was, after all, a bit fatigued. "Thank you."